Putting away Lex's pounds, the headless 'Butler' finally set down the box he was holding, and on top of it, he placed a ball invitation and another envelope.
After setting the items down, the headless 'Butler' seemed dissatisfied with their arrangement. He meticulously adjusted the angles, ensuring the invitation and envelope were neatly stacked and centered on the wooden box, before stepping back, bowing, and departing.
Lex's mouth twitched slightly. Osweld, this messenger, must have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?
He wasn't in a hurry to examine the contents of the box or the envelope. Lex continued reading Bakerland's information.
According to the intelligence provided by Osweld, Bakerland himself was a Beyonder, a Sequence 6 Conspirer. Additionally, he had a protector named Rosago, who was suspected to be a member of the Secret Order, at least a Sequence 6 Faceless Man from the Seer pathway, and possibly even a Marionettist.
Furthermore, this Intis Ambassador in Backlund secretly supported the Zmanger gang and helped a man named Merson become a Beyonder, a Hunter.
Upon reading this, Lex was genuinely surprised.
This Intis Ambassador in Backlund had considerable strength. Besides being a Beyonder himself, he also had a protector from the Seer pathway, who was at least Sequence 6, and possibly Sequence 5.
A truly formidable character.
Moreover, Bakerland actually controlled the Zmanger gang, a gang. He truly lived up to his reputation as Intis's intelligence chief in the Kingdom.
'Recently, Bakerland seems to have been secretly contending with Military Intelligence Section 9 of the Kingdom over a certain item. They have clashed several times. On one occasion, they even exchanged fire on Boklund Street. Bakerland seems to have deliberately organized this ball to avoid suspicion, and in the past few days, his capable subordinate, Rosago, has been almost constantly away.'
Is that so?
In that case, it really is a rare opportunity for me!
But I can't be careless. Who knows if Bakerland has other helpers in the dark, after all, he is the Ambassador of Intis.
After finishing the material, Lex decided to depart for Backlund today to make preparations in advance. He didn't set a predetermined goal for himself regarding the hunting of the Ambassador; if an opportunity arose, it would be best, but if not, he would decisively withdraw.
Although it might waste 300 pounds, it's better than losing his life!
Putting down the material, Lex walked to the table and first picked up the envelope the messenger had placed on the invitation. He opened it and found a black-and-white photograph and some additional information inside.
Lex looked at the photograph first.
It was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle, thick eyebrows, slightly small eyes, and a large nose. He had a goatee, and in the photo, he was smiling, with the left corner of his mouth noticeably higher, making his mouth appear a bit crooked.
Then he looked at the information.
'This is Mr. Green George. He is a businessman primarily dealing in spices and timber. His business has grown considerably in recent years, and he has begun to enter the commercial market of Backlund. Currently, he has his own company in Hillesden.'
'However, this is only superficial information. In reality, Mr. Green George does not exist. He is one of the identities frequently used by our field agents. The person in the photograph is his prototype; the True Person passed away from illness three years ago.'
'Of course, the company and business are real, but they are industries controlled by our association and do not belong to anyone. You can use this identity, and it doesn't matter if this identity becomes unusable afterward. We have already prepared a will for Mr. Green. If anything happens to him, all his assets will be inherited by his nephew.'
I guess this nephew is also a non-existent person.
Lex continued reading.
'Mr. Green George is forty-three years old this year, with black hair, brown eyes, and a wheat-colored complexion. He is divorced and has no children. He has a slight prostate problem, which causes him to frequently visit the restroom. There are records and files of this condition at the hospital, and his private doctor, Don Kirk, can also confirm this.'
'In terms of personality, Mr. Green is by no means generous, but he can spend a fortune for a woman he likes. He has a particular fondness for young women, especially girls between sixteen and twenty years old; he can't take his eyes off them whenever he sees them.'
'He is left-handed and habitually smokes with his left hand, so there will be smoke stains on the fingers of his left hand. He is allergic to grapefruit, and his digestive System is not very good, so he prefers vegetables and fruits over meat.'
'Finally, he has a slight obsession with cleanliness. He will secretly wipe his hands with a handkerchief every time he shakes hands with someone.'
These material also included 'Green George's' identification. It could be said that Osweld had prepared everything very thoroughly and meticulously. This service was definitely worth the 300 pounds!
After putting away the identification, Lex finally opened the box and saw that it was lined with black velvet, and inside lay a white, plain mask without any patterns or decorations.
Beneath the mask was an instruction manual, detailing the item's abilities, usage, negative effects, and some suggestions.
For example.
The user should preferably prepare one, or even multiple, photographs of themselves. Before taking off the mask, looking at one's own photograph once helps to recall one's appearance and avoid forgetting oneself.
"Good suggestion."
Saying that, Lex picked up the mask and put it on his face. Then, holding the photograph of 'Green George,' he walked to the mirror.
Following the usage method described in the 'instructions,' he first infused spirituality into the mask, then stared at the photograph, constantly outlining the man's appearance in his mind, as if meditating.
He has a slicked-back hairstyle.
His eyes are slightly small, his nose is large. He has a goatee, his hair is black, and his eyes are brown.
After repeating it over and over, Lex was surprised to find that the once smooth mask began to wriggle.
It underwent a miraculous transformation, like a partially melted block of wax, gradually taking shape according to the appearance Lex had outlined.
Two or three seconds later, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle appeared in the mirror. He had slightly small eyes, a rather large nose, a goatee, and a look of astonishment flashed in his brown eyes.
As the wheat-colored complexion on his face spread like flowing water to his neck and other parts of his body, in the blink of an eye, Lex had changed so completely that if someone were to open the room now, they would surely scream and drive him away as a thief.
"This is truly, too convenient!"
Lex recalled his own appearance, again and again, and the mask on his face wiggled once more. The wheat-colored complexion gradually returned, and the mask reverted to its original smooth, unpatterned state.
When he took off the mask, he saw his original appearance. He smiled slightly and said to his reflection in the mirror, "Good morning, Lex."